Sam's copper plate heard Sam's words, and he also leaned over with an interested face: "Isn't that York, Sam, don't try to lie to me again." "Don't say it's really possible, didn't little York's last show just say that he was going to participate in this event? and filmed a lot of things in Manhattan, according to the progress over there, it is reasonable for little York to be on the battlefield......" "You all stop talking nonsense, you're going to go in soon." Remember, little York, protect it, remember to bring back a little handsome, whether we can be famous or not, depends on this wave!"

Before Little York could come back to his senses, Sam suddenly remembered something: "Well, Little York, are you recording it now?" Then seeing that the faces of several people changed, he hurriedly began to arrange his hairstyle: "No, were we also filmed like that just now?" Little York remembers, when you make a video, you must cut this paragraph. I don't want people to see that our first impression is such a mess. ”

Although their companions had just died tragically on the battlefield, and the screams before they died were still in their ears, these people had already forgotten these things, just thinking about whether their movements just now were chic enough, and whether the subsequent battle could be completed cleanly. Originally, a few people were still thinking about how to compete with Little York, but after knowing Little York's identity, they didn't have these ideas: Which one would compete with the war correspondent for military merit? That thing was not needed by the war correspondent, and Little York only needed to take a good picture of the battle of his own people next to him.

Little York looked at these people, felt a little bored, and asked, "Do you just care so little about that companion? The people looked at Little York in surprise: "Is this person too into the play?" "But how can you make so many good videos without being in the play?" Isn't there a saying? Only people who devote themselves wholeheartedly to their work can achieve the best results. Little York, I'm optimistic about you. As he spoke, one of them gave little York a thumbs up.

At this time, one of them patted Little York on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, Little York. We're almost in the woods, and we'll have to speed things up, or we'll be done with the target by NPCs in a minute. Wait until you follow us, and we'll keep you safe, don't get lost. ”

Little York patted his cheeks to sober himself up from his emotions. As a war correspondent, I can't bring emotions into my work, all I have to do is to truly record everything that happens on the battlefield, and if I bring in my emotions, what I excrete is not objective enough, and such a work is just a failure that can only entertain myself. Thinking like this, adjusting his mentality, little York regained his strength.

Seeing that the people had completely entered the woods, Little York hurriedly followed and ran into the woods. While running, little York was still muttering, "Hello everyone, this is your friend little York." Luckily, I met a group of players during this event, even though they weren't on the side of the Nimitz Empire, but on the side of Palasana. However, the development of the world is always unexpected, and now Nimitz and Palassa have become comrades-in-arms who fight side by side, and the enemy is a new force that has not appeared even in the closed beta - the cult god. Judging from the current information, there are as many kinds of cultists as the churches in various countries, and the cultists we are hunting down now are becoming the followers of Hector, the Prince of Shadows. ”

As he spoke, Little York turned his head to look at the Yin corpse behind him, and at the same time filmed this scene well: "These zombies are the evil creatures summoned by the evil god believer, it is speculated that these corpses should be the corpses of the villagers in the two villages that were claimed to have been eliminated by the other party before, or the corpses buried in the surrounding cemetery, but now they crawled out of the graves...... Oh my God!" said little York, looking at a corpse behind him, covered in blood, and a trace of blood-red flesh on his teeth. Little York was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly gave this Yin corpse a close-up: "Look, everyone, the meat in the mouth of this Yin corpse is left by the player who was caught just now...... I'm sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable, let's take a look at something else. ”

After saying this, Little York hurriedly turned around and ran: "Now my task is to find the players I just met, and they are the protagonists today." So...... Damn, where did they go?" It turned out that when he was photographing the corpse behind him just now, those people had already run into the woods to look for the cultists, and with the surrounding trees covering them, Little York couldn't find them for a while. Okay, okay, okay, little York confessed, and now he can only act alone, and it would be best if he could meet them.

"Well...... Hello everyone, it's still me, little York. I found something very embarrassing. When I was filming the zombies, our protagonists seemed to be running too fast to leave me a chance. Now that we're out of touch, I just wish I could meet our hero in this damn woods before I meet those weird things. Little York's words were a little awkward, after all, others had just said to keep up with them, and he had lost contact with them in less than two minutes.

"Hey, hey, look what we've found, a lonely little fool. Little York was still muttering, and suddenly the voice of the cultist of the evil god came to his ears: "This little fool is still staying here, has he been stunned by those cuties of mine?"

Thinking of this, little York pulled out the wooden sword that had been inserted in his belt, not wanting his own action to make the evil god believer laugh: "Hahahahaha, look at it, our little fool! Let's see what is it that gives us the courage of the fool? A tin branch? hahahaha...... on!"

With an order, Little York saw that the soil in front of him was abnormal and began to flip, which frightened Little York and hurriedly retreated. A pale hand came out of the earth, then two, three...... Little York had no longer paid attention to count the outstretched hands, and only thought about getting away from these monsters, but forgot that behind him, the pursuers were already approaching.

The last image that little York remembered in his mind was the Yin corpse that he bumped into when he retreated, and the deep voice of the evil god believer: "Little cuties, don't be too rude, it's not good to frighten this rare sacrifice, the Lord blames it." And then there was the endless darkness.